Chapter 823 - 822: Just Flipping Through This Matter
Looking at Grandma Shaman’s eyes filled with blessings, Xiu Yan’s stern facial features softened slightly, "Then on behalf of Nuannuan, I accept it. Thank you, Grandma Shaman."
Rarely seeing Xiu Yan in this manner, Grandma Shaman, with her toothless mouth, laughed heartily, "Such a well-behaved look reminds me of the first time you came here to drink the bitter water, haha."
The initially softened expression of the ridiculed Orc instantly turned cold again, and a rare shade of embarrassment surfaced in his eyes. When he was still a cub, he had once ventured out to play during the cold season and ended up with a fever. In their anxiousness, his father and mother had taken him to Grandma Shaman...
Thinking of this, Xiu Yan’s handsome face twisted slightly with the memory of the bitter water that had accompanied him throughout that cold season, its taste still lingering in his senses. Now, just thinking about it made his stomach churn.
Grandma Shaman, leaning on her cane, stood up and walked out of the courtyard, the "tap tap" sounds of her cane echoing on the stone slabs. Yet, her face remained brightly smiling, like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Grandma Shaman expressed, with a flicker, real joy.
As Xiu Yan escorted Grandma Shaman to the door, watching her gradually leave, supported by Uncle Bo’s female, he turned and entered the kitchen.
His robust arms took down a strip of cured meat hanging over the stove. The image of the little female’s cute nose twitching at the smell of the meat filled his eyes with warmth.
Meanwhile, in the Land of Death.
The escaping Orc had finally returned to his Tribe.
The Guards, seeing the returning Orc, exchanged glances, their eyes revealing complex emotions, "Weren’t you held captive in the Watson Tribe?"
The escaped Orc replied with a bitter smile, "The river exit was blocked, but I managed to escape during a hunting trip."
Hearing this, his kin looked at him, "You weren’t caught?"
He shook his head, "I jumped into the Eneru River. They thought I was eaten by the monster fish."
After saying this, he looked at the Guard, "Is the Clan Leader around?"
The Guard nodded, "Yes."
Seeing him hurriedly preparing to go there, the Guard hesitated but finally frowned and grabbed his arm, "First, go see your family. There are other Tribes’ Orcs with the Clan Leader."
His eyes narrowed at the mention, "Is it that female from the Natcha Tribe, Namila?"
Seeing his eyes filled with disdain, the Guard didn’t let go but nodded, "She has been here for two days. Don’t act rashly. Go see your family first. The Tribe members who contacted you brought back the news of the blocked exit; your family has been nearly frantic. If it weren’t for the Tribe members restraining them, they might have already gone searching for you."
Hearing this, the Orc felt a pang of acid in his heart, his eyes reddening and his voice choked, "I understand, I’ll go home first. Thank you."
The Guard, seeing his calmness returning, released his hand, "You are our Tribe’s second evolutionary Orc. This external Tribe’s female keeps coming here, persuading the Clan Leader to send the two of you evolutionary Orcs out for dangerous tasks, driven by some sinister motive."
With a sigh, he continued, "You have returned now, but..."
Although he didn’t finish his sentence, the Orc still furrowed his brows. Had there been any news of the other evolutionary Orc?